Third Person - Atheist

I feel so outside of the stitching

So very inside arms frailing and kicking

Symbolically I'm taking hold

Harmonically my soul is sold to me

I was the highest bidder dripping blood on the dark side

In my veins not a quitter

First and second and third person

First and second and third person

Once seemed like mountains proceed to the fountains

Of the angriest youth you could ever imagine

7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain

That mountain of anger has grown a brain with thought and reason

A brain with thought and reason

A brain with thought and reason

No better sight than before my eyes

It's as though history repeats itself again

Much different this time

Better form better fitting

An angle from up high born when I first listen

Historically it has been told harmonically your soul is sold to old

I was the highest bidder dripping blood on the dark side

In my veins not a quitter

First and second and third person

First and second and third person